Hogwarts Everything is Three

In the stands, Harry and Sirius slowly moved forward with the crowd. The godson and godfather were excitedly discussing the game that had just ended-Harry's family situation and Sirius' relationship made him completely immune to the final questions of the commentary.

Suddenly Harry stopped and was still talking about how James had dealt with Slytherin’s treacherous tactics. Sirius hit Harry’s shoulder. He followed Harry’s gaze. He was wearing a robe and Professor Horace Slughorn coming back from the stadium with a square hat.

Slughorn had been avoiding Harry before, but today he met them face-to-face. He paused and groaned, then took out his hand in his trouser pocket and said deliberately, "Oh. , God, forgot something." After speaking, he hurriedly turned back to the stand without looking back.

"It might have been picked up by someone else, it seems he was out of luck." Sirius stared at Slughorn's back and moved closer to Harry.

Slughorn, Harry's gaze follower, shook his head. "Luck..." He thought of Dumbledore's suggestion before, "Sirius, I'm sorry, I won't have dinner with you, I have to go to Hermione for a loan. Things do something." After that, Harry trot away without waiting for his godfather to respond.

On the high stand where Harris was, Hermione was saying goodbye to the Harris family. Morgan Le Fayy looked a little excited and curious and said to Daisy and Tonks: "I'll take Luna when I go back. Ask Owen, if his mother is still alive, who will he save if I fall into the water at the same time as his mother..."

"..." Hermione was speechless. She mourned for Mr. Owen Harris, who was about to be violently attacked by this problem-but thought that most of Owen's character would not hesitate to say to save Morgan Le Fay in this situation...

At this time, everyone saw Harry walking over, and mistakenly thought that Harry was also coming to say goodbye to Morgan Le Fay and embraced Harry warmly. After an extra round of greetings, Morgan Le Fay, who was about to leave, scanned the surroundings and found that Penello and Allen were not seen. She had some guesses about the two people's whereabouts, but it was not good to be in front of Hermione. What I said, I just thought that the little girl Patricia met the teacher who left her here, and Morgan Le Fay, who thought she was even more pitiful, told the wolf mother: "Wait, you will take Patricia. Come and have a meal with her mother at home."

"Yes, ma'am," the wolf mother answered, holding Patricia's hand.

Morgan Le Fay touched Patricia's soft hair again, lowered his head and said softly: "Our house is different from the current Quidditch stadium. You and the wolf mother will go back and take your mother together."

After speaking, Morgan Le Fay left Hogwarts with Albert and their support.

"Hermione," Harry saw everyone leaving and finally took the opportunity to get closer to Hermione, "I think I need enough luck. Hermione, lend me the bottle of blessing that Slughorn rewarded you with. ?"

"Harry, the elixir can't be used indiscriminately!" Hermione frowned, looked straight at Harry, and pursed her lips in disapproval.

"I will never use it indiscriminately, you know, about Dumbledore's mission." Harry whispered and quickly, a little anxiously, whispering about the excuse that Slughorn had just left after seeing him again. said.

At this moment, two owls flew over. They flew in front of Hermione and Harry, and stretched out their left legs. Harry and Hermione glanced at each other and unwrapped the small roll of parchment tied to the owl's leg.

Harry didn't rush to open the roll of parchment, he looked at Hermione eagerly, hoping to get an answer.

"Okay, okay..." Hermione took the bottle of elixir from her pocket and gave it to her friend: "You can be lucky within twelve hours after drinking it. I don't think you need to drink too much. Too much, just one or two sips for a few hours is enough, otherwise overdose in the future will lead to dizziness, recklessness and arrogance... Harry, this feeling may be wonderful, but don't rely on it."

"Thank you Hermione." Harry raised the vial and took a sip of it.

"How do you feel?" Hermione asked in a low voice. Hermione, who had never drunk this kind of thing, was still quite curious about this potion.

Harry didn't answer for a while, he didn't feel any difference, and then, slowly but surely, an extremely exciting feeling flowed through the whole body, as if there was limitless opportunity, and the short-term illusion of mastering omniscience and omnipotence gave He felt that he could do anything, everything... It suddenly seemed not only possible to get a memory from Slughorn, but also easy...

"Great... I feel great!" Harry straightened his back with a smile full of confidence, completely different from usual, and returned the rest of the elixir to He who felt that his friend's expression had become strange. Min, then opened the small roll of parchment.

When Harry opened it, he saw messy and scribbled writing on the parchment, and there were large groups of ink writing on the paper, which made it difficult to read.

Dear Harry:

My friend Aragok died. Alan helped me to bring it back. I told you how special he is. If you can come to my funeral for him, it means a lot to me. I plan to have a funeral at dusk, which is his favorite time of the day. I know it will be delayed after you finish all this, but Alan is also there. He can send you back later to avoid Filch's harassment. I didn't want to make this request, but I couldn't face it alone.

Hager

"I'll be over here, Hagrid must be very sad." Hermione also stared at the ink stains on her parchment paper. Obviously there were big drops of tears on the parchment. "I knew Harry, you It's time to finish Aragok's funeral and drink the blessing potion tomorrow...Remember, Professor Slughorn usually eats dinner very early, then takes a walk, and then returns to his own office to stay. "

"Yes!" Harry nodded with a confident smile, and then he said to Hermione in a certain tone, "I want to go to Hagrid, now."

"What? No! Harry, you have to go to Professor Slughorn! You just took a blessing!"

"Hermione, I know, but..." Harry paused, as if trying to explain to Hermione in the organization language, but in the end he gave up and just described his feelings, "but I think there must be a good thing to go to Hagrid. ! I feel... I feel like where I should go now, do you understand what I mean?"

"No... Is this the Lucky Potion that made you think so?" Hermione shook her head in a daze.

"Trust me, let's go, I know what I'm doing...or as you said, Fu Ling Ji knows."

Severus Snape’s office, although he is no longer a potions professor this year, his office is still in the cold basement-Slughorn chose a better accommodation.

In front of the storage cabinet full of weird glass jars, Snape put the several potion materials that Ellen had requested in front of him into different small burlap pockets~www.ltnovel.com~Snee Professor Pu's lips were closed tightly at this time, as if suppressing his anger, his face under his long black and greasy hair was very gloomy, his eyes drooped and looked at the last medicinal material in his hand from the hook nose, and threw it in. In the bag: "It's all here."

"Professor Snape, it really helped me...but, please allow me to leave first." Allen maintained a stern face on the surface, as if he wanted these medicinal materials to be a potion. It tastes good, so he deliberately added more ingredients that are not needed for the lamb stew soup-but today's Professor Snape is surprisingly cooperative, and he will not use his aggressive voice to ridicule.

"Please wait, Professor Harris..."

Hearing the other party's voice, Alan turned around, and the expression on Snape's thin, yellow face was a little stiff, "Let Potter live... you promised."

"Unlike the many promises that Dumbledore gave you before and their actual results, the promises I promised will naturally be kept." Alan thought that Snape was for the Resurrection Stone, but he never thought he was still using himself Way to care for the child of the beloved woman.

Snape stared at Alan's eyes for a while, as if judging the authenticity of his tone, then he put his hand in the bag on the belt of his robe and fumbled for it to make the sound of cloth rubbing.

Alan's gaze was just placed on the birch wand exposed by Snape's movements, and then he felt another small soft rag bag in his hand.

Perceiving the other party's mood swings, Alan stared at Snape closely, but the other party didn't notice it and just said in a low voice as if falling into memory: "Put a little bit in the soup with special flavored meat, it will taste better."